Train Rides

After a trial shift, I jump on the train from Liverpool Station to attempt to head to my friends house to catch the last of the party.

A group of drunk men in suits singing about sports and stating the obvious in drunken slur, are loud and red faced. ‘This woman’s got a furry hat on, na na la la!’

Man across from me either completely narcissistic or overly camp – gives THE best facial expressions of disgust while taking a comb out to comb his hair back. One eyebrow raised every time they hit a beautiful high note, I look at him trying to hold back laughter.

People are either smiling, upset or pretending none of it is going on.